Chapter 61

These past two days, I've become more and more perfunctory in chatting. It turns out that chatting with someone you don't like is really tiring.

I thought of someone again. I wonder if he had the same mentality when he was chatting with me.

I'm replying to messages entirely based on my own morals and politeness.

The boy I met on New Year's Day taught himself piano because he had a dream of becoming a musician. He happened to be learning "Summer in a Small Town" recently. When he heard that I had also learned this song in my guzheng class, he asked for help and a piano and guzheng duet.

Ah, this...

My two scores are different.